When there's a trap set up for youIn every corner of this townAnd so you learn the only way to go is undergroundWhen there's a trap set up for youIn every corner of your roomAnd so you learn the only way to go is through the roof

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground

And as we're crossing border after borderWe realize that difference is noneIt's underdogs who, and if you want itYou always have to make your own fun

And as the upperdog leisurely sighingThe local cultures are dying and dyingThe programmed robots are buying and buyingAnd a psycho load of freaks they are still trying trying

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground

And as the boy scouts learn to read between the linesThe silver rabbits hop between their fathers' liesAnd boy scouts ask 'Where? Where do they go?'They go to the country that they only know

Just like their meanings they lay between the linesBetween the borders their real countries hideThe strategigo's saw their advertiseTheir strategy of being is one of in-your-face disguise

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, underground!

And when their own walls they will a-crumble,And all the systems will be discumbumbled,Around the stump of bigotry, our own Ukrainian>.

Ooohoohoooh through the roof, undergroundOoohoohoooh through the roof, and undergroundOoohoohoooh through the roof, undergroundOoohoohoooh through the roof! Underground!